Soon enough I'll find them
Soon enough they'll stray
Then I'll find ropes to bind them
And lock them all away
Soon enough they'll leave me
Like they always do
Soon enough I'll cry
Alone, under the moon
The Sun looks lonely…
Then again it has the Clouds,
Like the Moon has Stars.
The way the moon reflects sunlight is so interesting.
How does the moon wait every night for the sun to look at him so he can be noticed, so he can be more dominant, more comfortable.
I guess I feel the same way the moon does, when I look at you.
How empty I was untill you made me whole.
How dull my life was untill you made your reflection.
Did you fall asleep?
Sitting up alone
Staring at the ceiling
Soft music wafting
Moonlight sifting–
And thinking, of me?
How I would like
To stand just outside your window
To watch your dress
Fluttering in the gentle breeze!
How I would love
To see your soft curls, mischievous,
Trying to hide your face from me!
I know, they love to tease me!
Did you fall asleep
Thinking of me?
The time is nearing to leave.
File – save as – give a name
And it becomes a part
Of my documents
Hidden behind a password
Which I only know.
In the recesses of my hard disks
C:\ My documents\ Kottayam, or-
Some other name that I decline
To tell you.
Later, in a lonely night
I will access the file
And glance through it
At random.
This flower, that face
This light that flicker in the darkness
Hey there, my dearest,
I have something on my mind
that's been spiraling through and through for some time now.
Hey there, sweet darling,
I feel this clenching in my chest;
it's more than a feeling - it's a physicality in its own, soaking in the guilt, the silence, the distortions.
It's hard to speak of it,
when all the attempts are being absorbed into this... void.
I tried to break through for quite a while,
but I guess the fright is enlarged in all its might by now.
But I was not born to bow down,
I'm not alive to be enslaved to the torture and the pain.
It's time I untie my tongue, time to free the mind.
Dearest,
I am sorry.
Together we are now...
Never longing for each other
My weapons, now stashed,
In the corners of my mind
At the moon we stare, hand in hand
Forever in an embrace
Up in the clouds, together we stand
Never to be separated
Are we in love?
Is this joy?
Yes.
We are happy
Moon is the most beautiful
among all stars, except one
oh! that magnificent sun
She blushes and hides
Whenever he rise
He lights up the whole world
Searching for her
But she is made to be different and lonely
This is the world's oldest lovestory
Written on the skies
How true love is always there
And miles apart,
Always behind but never beside
He brings the day and she rules the night both too comfortable there to leave it beside, twilight brings the messages to them each
Because when they meet it causes an eclipse.
I'm tired of being the moon -
perpetually dark,
cratered,
cursedly stuck.
I want to be light -
I want to be whole.
This time around,
I want to be the sun.
in the mountains
just before the full moon sets
another grey rock
eyes go thinly
of time and the coming
light backing up on us and
crawl of circumstance: people
everywhere
displacing air as if
belonging to them
and I
displacing air as if
belonging to me.
outrageous dream of
symmetry / crack
but close to the place
where vision stands: the walk
the run
of signs, crumbling habit.
O what a woman
what a beautiful woman!
a beautiful woman:
with eyes of bayou sea bathing
serene in green April dreaming.
O what a woman!
what a beautiful woman:
Beauty her knee-flurried motion
walking with pure wizard lightfeet.
See in her hair the loud sunlight!
See on her cheeks the proud lovelight!
And on her lips the pink kiss.
She is April-May girllike sunflower,
She is pearl of the sunlightning face,
with voice of lullaby midnight
softly shifting to caressing consent.